A small library near here has about 63,000 item and patron records in its database -- not to mention the records for over 250,000 circulations, book holds, and god alone knows how many overdue notices and "unresolved" records. All told, there are probably damn near a million records in it.

All in SQL, all retrievable, and the system runs accurately and fast.

I won't even try to guess how many data pieces WE have, but I have about times more items records ALONE.

MOAB could easily go to 25K or more and shouldn't harm the servers at all (assuming there are no other problems).

It's just another manifestation of envy, one of the Seven Capital Sins.

I don't get the thinking on this; we have long provided the Gold Standard of stress testing for all Mudcat server software improvements, and anyway, it's only eleven thousand items in a databse. Come on!

But I think Mother of all BS In Law might be nice (MOABIL).

Mother in law! Mother in law! Mother in law! Mother in law! The worst person I know, Mother in law. (Mother in law!) She worries me so Mother in law, mother in law!

If she leaves us alone We could have a happy home Sent from down below Mother in law, mother in law!

Mother in law, mother in law!

Satan should be her name To me they're about the same Everytime I open my mouth Steps in trying to put me out How could you stood so low

They're talking about shutting MOAB on another thread! Talking about us overloading the server and other vile slanders! I'm not worried though, the Mudcat R.I.P. thread will disappear soon though, and we will remain.

Honestly? I've never heard of it. That being the case, I never downloaded it. Even if I had heard of it I wouldn't download it. I will never be a slave to popular culture! Never! I am free! I am not now, and never have been, a member of the popular culture! Except for my Davy Crockett cooonskin cap back in the '50s, of course. And my Nehru jacket. And my peace buttons. And my pet rock. And my Cabbage Patch doll collection. And the Beanie Babies. But otherwise I am and have always been totally free of popular culture, except for Roy Rogers stuff. A total and complete waste, that's popular culture, and I for one am damned glad that I'm not part of it!

I have just recived the curse of Douglas Adams. I was offered no choice but to install starship titanic. Utterly confusing starts to come close. Like playing chess in the dark, using poker chips for pieces!

Get a large white (yellow or orange is even better) but light plastic trash bag. Tie four lightweight wires about 3 feet long equidistant around the opening. Bring the wire together together and fasten a highway flare at this point.

Now, light the flare and hold the trash bag to the the hot air from the flare fills the trash bag and sends the whole thing aloft. UFO reports will abound!

Here are some photos for planning your first trip in that scout vessel. This is the place to find a good parking place for it. (The site has a few popups, but most of them were blocked by my firewall).

That's not the context I had in mind; I meant one of those silver streamlined things that swoops in and out of the atmosphere at near-light speeds, turning on a dime and baffling the rubes for miles in all directions. I would call that a fun evening out, me.

As for those UFO drivers, man, I dunno. I've seen a lot of testimony about these black ops, higher-than-top-secret relations with the aliens. It's a wonderful forest of partial information and bits of fact with too many bits missing. If I were retired Imight spend some time trying to make some sense of it all; as it is, it stays firmly in the bullpen.

I would dearly love to get my hands on an intact scout vessel. That would be a trip worth taking.

No Cadillacs, but I did see a Hudson Terraplane, it had a calendar in the rear window, with a circle round the 14th of February, looks like he might be heading for Chicago. Do we know anybody in Chicago? Could be a musician, 'cos it had a couple of violin cases on the rear seat too. Guy said he worked in air conditioning and was going to Chicago to do a bit of ventilation. That should be nice then! Giok

Are there a series of LEO satellites hovering over your head, taking pictures of everything (and I mean everything) you do, indoors and out? Are there black, early-model Cadillacs and men in black suits nearby? Have you awakened feeling both violated and that certain parts are missing and/or probed? Are there periods of your memory that are simply missing and your have no explanation as to why? Do dogs and cats incessantly stare at you and growl, but run when you approach them? Are police officers giving you strange looks? Are you subject to unexplained dizzy spells? Do you see penguins and polar bears in your back yard? Is your imaginary childhood friend Gawain visiting you again? Are you now or have you ever been?

If you can honestly answer "NO!" to fewer than one of these questions you have nothing to worry about.

You want to melt the poler ice cap? Easy. Well for the South Pole anyway it's easy. Here's what you do: make a flippin' BIG gasoline spill in the South Atlantick area. Let it all run down to the south end at the bottom part of the globe, eh? Then light it. The fire will melt the whole flippin' ice cap or at least most of it. I read that there is ground under there. When the fire goes out the ground will be exposed and there will be 85 billion barbecued penguins layin' all over. Package 'em up quick and use 'em to fight world hunger! This could change the whole flippin' world as we know it.

Damme if I let that photographer chappy come 'round again whislt I'm at work! (Smallsword is on the left, hidden by the coat and the horse, for I am right handed. Being right handed, drawing it from a carry on the right would be, in a word, akward. The blade alone is 35 inches long.)

Well, Mom knows that I tried. I tried and tried and tried to bring her back up, but the Mudcat (who is jealous, I think, of Mom's popularity) wouldn't call her to I could post.

No, I won't sell my swords to help pay the bills! Instead, I'll use them to obtain ill-gotten loot from gentlemen and ladies of the highway!

Yes!

I shall become the highwayman that robs the highwaymen (and highwaywomen)! After all, why should I do ALL the work and take ALL the risks? This way I don't have to rob a whole bunch at once, but just one person!

Been repairing a friend's computer. She's back online now so she can conduct her job search and check her email. She was experimenting with making a bread pudding (hadn't made it before) as I worked. I stood up to look into the kitchen and was astonished to see the pan filled with bread. At my urgings we adjusted the ingredients (only 2 cups of bread, not 8) and adjusted it to accomodate the extra eggs. Too much nutmeg it in, but other than that it was delicious. The pecans were a nice idea. I had a bowl of pudding before we all headed out after and afternoon well-spent.

Hope you're feeling better Amos. Poor little moonglow was down for the count for an entire week (fever, achiness).

Hello Mom. I got back late yesterday from Houston but I came down with a flu or a walking peenumony or something so I have been unconscious. I tried to go to work but they said I should go home. It is very weird, dizzifying and all.